As if a string tied the boys together, they were inseparable. Anything one did, the other did too. So enraptured were each of them with the other, neither boy had other friends. Even when puberty slammed into…
The trip down memory lane cost him.
Lost in his thoughts, Chushi met slight resistance back in the physical world, and stumbled. Before he could fall completely, an icy hand grabbed his wrist, saving him from the ground but sparing none of his mortification. Embarrassment welled up inside his stomach as he dusted his jeans off. “Sorry.”
There was no one else out here this early in the morning, so he knew who stood before him. They had never been this close before, and Chushi knew that meeting Aoto’s eyes would reduce him to a stuttering mess. He took a step to move past him, but that cold hand gripped him tighter.
“What was that?”
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